Life is a Performance:
…there are those who rehearse, and those who wing it.
Irrelevantly, I follow the latter by the way.

Each one of us continues to carry the heart of each self we’ve ever been,
at every stage along the way, and a chaos of everything good and rotten.
And we have to carry this weight alone, through each day that we live, through the journey we travel.
We try to be as nice as we can to the people we love, but we-alone-carry the weight of ourselves.

On this stage, we have our own lines and roles. Those are our own to hold.
They should be held tight, so tight, that: the veneers are de-fabricated;
the audience will turn obsolete; all facades will bend into crimson wax;
and there is no vacant space left in you, for hiding.
The space–emptiness–in yourself where lacks of, where perception may
bury… suffocate it all, so tight, choke choke choke!
The manifestations, figments, and yearnings will then ooze out
and some genuine, not-from-concentrated, juice will remain.

Like nobody is watching…
Dance, Dance, Dance, your juices away and the weight will lighten,
the rotten will drop out, and your audience will be blinded
by the brilliant, merciless, juice coursing thoroughly amidst your:
innermost being.
The radiant liquid will linger, that is:
until you stop holding your liberated disposition.
Thereupon, your emanating beams will fade. The stage will turn dim, and
the rehearsal, or whatever-so-called performance, will be
seen faintly, misunderstood, and obscure. And you can’t blame the
audience–they don’t care. The audience is only present to observe,
but whether they see translucently, or with the given light they so
desperately hope for, or blindly unable to see at all: that is up to you.

This weight is ours. Our choice to be seen or or not, every stage
we’ve been on, all the chaos of everything good and rotten, it’s
going to be held. It will be, let’s do so.
And hopefully, we can dance out the rotten, and render
more bright juices along the way.

By: Melissa Koay